My Heart Poem Part One
My heart is going to break out of my chest
aching pushing straining,
going to come alive and burst into the world,
it is sore from being locked in.
“My heart, I feel you
sitting in that dark cavity, longing for fresh air
uneasy at distant words that come from my mouth,
wanting to tell your sensations, not rational or fancy,
to speak direct, no more second-guessing.
Expectantly, waiting to be heard,
patiently, waiting to be seen
waiting for me to be ready, to trust you are strong enough,
waiting for me to be sure at last.
Never ceasing beating, no complaining
I am ashamed I have found it so difficult to believe.
I remove barbs that have been caught up in you
and build you a nest from pine twigs and golden thread.
I find words that make you throb and shiver
you are magnetised, on fire
you want to leap from my body
you ask not to be in pain any more.”
“Move through fear and tears will fade
don’t wait for me to squeeze against your ribs and rupture
but lift me out carefully and hold me in your hands
look at me, listen.
Speak only my truth for that is your truth
or be silent,
there is no need for anything but that
nothing will ever mean more.”
Blood pulses through blue veins
red threads connect us,
my heart is alive and whole and belongs to me
I make my offering with open eyes
I am awake.